Choke

I gently undress the man, who hates me,
I take the labels and undo his face.

Where, in his fingers is pain, passed over into me,
The dreams of the man who said he does not sleep.

I hold the hand of the man, who wants to beat me,
I smooth the pain from the man who left.

I watched the man, who said he loved me,
And I cried the tears of the man who said he had non.

I told him in his hate I still admired him,
And yet he never spoke.

So I fall into the paths of those who say they love me
And in my falling I feel weak.

I talk back into my talking
And in this walking I feel bleak.